in Mexico. A bad salad had me praying to the porcelain God all night. By 8 in the morning I could barely move. I tried to cancel my presentation that day at 9am or find someone else to do it. No dice.

When I explained to the Mexican audience that I was suffering from “Monteczuma’s Revenge” they thought that was the funniest thing they had ever heard (at least that day).

Of course, after making my way through a 3-hour presentation, I then got 2 hours of suggestions for home cures sure to rid me of my digestive problems. 😀